To worry even less, or not at all, about the people who do not truly care for me, so that I can get on, and keep on, with my day. I made some headway with this last year, but slipped and fell and bonked my head along the way.
Finish projects, even if it means making less money.
Adhere, along with Sarah, to the weight loss plan, remembering what I said about fitness before Lainey was born...and to do the physio exercises every day, even if they take an hour or more. To remember that I bought a treadmill and why I bought a treadmill, although I must say that the cats look sweet when they are sleeping in a row, and oh, those presents!
To try and accept what I cannot change, even if that means borrowing from the Serenity Prayer and repeating, as my mother would say (and did about a hundred times a day) -- so be it.
To gear up for travel by airplane. Yikes.
To try and be satisfied with current progress and not, the second something has been accomplished, dash forward to the next item. For example, the kitchen tiles weren't dry and I was lamenting the state of the wallpaper and that we ought to get at the cupboards right away.
To remember that last year's resolutions proved somewhat fruitful, and to remember that change is therefore possible.
To continue letting go of the irrevocable past.
To not be shy to ask.
And to always, as my mother also said a hundred times a week, always darling, consider the source -- and for the rest of you, credit them while you're at it.
Yes we are [friends] and I do like to pass the day with you in serious and inconsequential chatter. I wouldn't mind washing up beside you, dusting beside you, reading the back half of the paper while you read the front. We are friends and I would miss you, do miss you and think of you very often. I don't want to lose this happy space where I have found someone who is smart and easy and doesn't bother to check her diary when we arrange to meet. ~Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body, 1992
